Bab 125: Dark Hour
Receiving the incoming attacks with his sword, Francis had a bitter look on his face. He could maybe hold back two or at best three incoming cavalry attacks. However as the situation currently was standing, there were too many soldiers that were approaching him.
"Young master! Don't!" Vincent kept on shouting behind his back. However, his goal was set, Francis did not want to back up at this moment. He had to continue with supporting his men. Having found his resolve, he closed his eyes and let out a small smile. As he opened up his eye, he parried off the incoming sword attacks.
"Support the lord! Show them what the Bridges' forces are made off." Supporting shouts were sounding in the surrounding. Many hold their breaths as they saw Francis getting heavily involved in the fight. Fear mixed with proud was emitting from the soldiers. They feared for their lord's life, yet could not help themselves from being proud at the situation that was occurring.
The sound of swords meeting kept on sounding on the field. 'This does not look good. I cannot hold them any longer.' The thoughts on Francis' mind were overflowing. Swinging his sword parried an incoming sword and countered another enemy. His sword was faster compared to the others. Before the soldiers could dodge, he got stabbed in his chest, before losing his life and falling down from his horse.
Having to deal with two soldiers proved to be a rather big bothersome. However, the third soldier, he was not able to dodge, as the incoming sword met his plate armor. However, even with the armor, he could feel the attack, as his chest started to hurt, as if he had broken a few bones.
Swallowing his pain, Francis focused on the next incoming soldier. As his sword made an arch above his head, he slashed down towards the unfortunate soldier that was approaching him. His biggest advantage currently was that the enemies were mainly wearing leather armor. If they also had full plate, the chance that he would be able to defeat them this easily would become impossible.
The pain in his chest started slowly to get worse. However biting it off, he continued to fight vigorously. His sword moved as if it was dancing in the air. Parrying incoming attacks and striking when an opportunity presented itself. However he was not able to parry or dodge every incoming attack, as some were able to manage to hit him.
Before long, Francis had managed to slay five of the incoming soldiers. However, there was a clear trade back. He felt that a few of his ribs had been broken from the continues coming impact of the swords. Hoping that reinforcement would arrive, he took a quick look behind him. However the situation over there looked even worse. Vincent and the other knights were also surrounded and were having a difficult time fending off the incoming attacks.
Even though they had better quality and experience, they were simply being overwhelmed by the enemy numbers. There was nothing they could do. If they killed one person, another would take its place that instant.
For some reason, the face on Francis had no look of despair on it. Instead, a bright smile started to form up. "Soldiers! It has been an honor fighting with you! I am glad to have you called my brothers! Live on and life a long and happy life!" Francis had made up his final resolve. He would not get out of this battle alive.
"What are you saying lord?" "No lord. You have to survive, you are the future of the family." The soldiers started to shout. At this point they did not care anymore about their own fight. Their only focus was getting Francis out of there alive.
However, the situation started to become even grimmer as the soldiers turned their back. They slaughter was getting worse. The Herewealth soldiers took this opportunity as their push started to become even fiercer.
As for Francis, he slowly started to lose his feelings in his hands. Breathing started to get harder. It seemed as if the broken ribs might have punctured a lung or something. Coughing up some blood, Francis still kept on swinging his sword. However, every swing started to lose more power as it almost seemed as it was flowing in slow motion. 'If only I was able to hold on a bit longer. I am sure that they are just around the corner.' He thought with a weak smile on his face.
"I am sorry… I…" a faint voice called out as he lost the grip of his sword. As his sword was falling towards the ground, his body started to feel heavy. Not being able to support himself anymore, his body felt heavy. First hitting the horse he sat on, his body slowly started to plummet towards the ground.
'I am sorry my friend. I was not able to help you out more.'
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Status Power Mingguan
-- Peringkat
Power 
-- Power
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